Voice to text…I love you.

I do everything I can to make it easier to get work done. I finally found a program to put my note collection on my laptop so I can work with it. It was a long process of looking and thinking and looking somemore. I settled on Evernote and I love it. I have it synched with my phone and laptop. I can put stuff in notebooks and tag it for easy look up. I have 24 books of notes and 350 emails full of notes, etc. Evernote lets me move all that online and to the cloud. I dont have the patience or the memory to go through all that and not forget a juicy tidbit. My process involves quickly writing an idea and forgetting it. I write it so I dont have to remember it. I have been pounding the keyboards to enter all this and work and regular activites slow down the process. It dawned on me to try voice to text. Play the theme song to “Rocky”. It has saved me so much time. Its a pleasure to pick out what notes i really love and speak it onto my phone and directly into Evernote. To tell the truth, I was not enjoying the lengthy process of transcribing all that info online. I am having fun now. I have 18 notebooks to go and I am going to use 95% voice to text. I still want to use the keyboard so I wont lose what typing skills I have.

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My new friend

I found a new tool to help my writing.I already have two, but they are 1927 and 1947 royals.They weigh a ton. This one is a 1961, or 2, royal signet.It is lightweight and portable. I got it at a thrift store for 35 dollars. It has the case and paperwork. I cleaned it up and it types great. I ordered a new ribbon from ebay.

I had the chance to watch the new film “California Typewriter”. I watched it 3 times in a row. It is a film about the history of typewriters and has many celebrities talking about their love of the machines and a company that still repairs and restores them. Watch it. It was made for us.

Depression…or whatever it is.

  • I have been in a funk lately. I dont know if it is depression or one of my other troubles. I dont care about anything. I feel numb. It hasn’t affected my writing or note taking. My Muse sendd me a steady supply. I am writing ideas on my note app and on my folded note papers and even straight into my sketch/note books. Im well into note book 22 now. I probably need to go see somebody. Maybe I need to “get” on something. There is too much “noise” in my life. Ask any introvert about noise. For us, it’s not too good. I need a quiet place. I wonder if the medicine of quiet time might help.

Depression…or whatever it is.

  • I have been in a funk lately. I dont know if it is depression or one of my other troubles. I dont care about anything. I feel numb. It hasn’t affected my writing or note taking. My Muse sendd me a steady supply. I am writing ideas on my note app and on my folded note papers and even straight into my sketch/note books. Im well into note book 22 now. I probably need to go see somebody. Maybe I need to “get” on something. There is too much “noise” in my life. Ask any introvert about noise. For us, it’s not too good. I need a quiet place. I wonder if the medicine of quiet time might help.

Note page 200

I reached page 200 of saved notes for stories and fragments of dialogue, etc. These pages come from my Notepad app. Whenever I have an idea or hear something funny, I write it down. I have to be quick or I will forget it. I still do handwritten notes at work. Those are the ones I cut up and paste in my books. The note app is a life saver. I grab the phone and start typing. When I am happy with the length of the page I text it to my google account and store it.

My Muse fights for me.

 

I’ve started talking in my sleep. Mom says it sounds more like mumbling than talking. I am dealing with alot of personal issues. In the past, I slept like a baby. Matters from the live world enter my sleep kingdom now. My place of escape is being rattled by things I can barely deal with when I am awake. When I sleep I dont rest and when I am working , I want to close my eyes and lay down in a corner. During one of these sleep/awake/sleep moments, I had a vision of my Muse. She was yelling to me but I couldn’t understand her. The next moment her mouth was gagged with a white cloth. She wasn’t able to communicate at all. She has been quiet since then. I know she fights for me. I can  feel it inside.

Confessions of an introvert part 2 or If My Life Was a Puzzle

I began first grade in the fall of 1972. It would be 44 years before I found out what I “am”. That’s a long time suffering in secret. I was a puzzle without a picture to work with. A blank puzzle can’t be put together. Last year,the photo for the puzzle appeared. I have written about it and I dont want to bore you, but a close friend told me she thought I was an Introvert. I studied, thanks to the wonderful web, and it was a flash of light in my life. All the pieces fit together. I am an Introvert and having the pieces to the puzzle brought joy and it also delivered sadness. Back in ’72 there were no books, very little knowledge and no web to search for yourself. If I had known, my life would have been lived differently. If you notice I avoid describing Introvertmess as a sickness or something being “wrong” with me. If you know you have it, you can harness that power and do many wonderful things. I did not know and therefore I didnt explore its full potential. But, now I am “working it” hard. I was born with it and I am dealing with it. It is never too late. I am passed my 50th year and just beginning to live. The clouds have cleared and the puzzle is together. The final puzzle is what will I do from here. I don’t need a picture to decide that. I will create my own. Still, I think back to the 6 year old me. I didn’t know what I would face, but I can look back in memory and see. I pray all young Introverts can find out now. It will be clear to them and they can follow the best path.

Confessions of an Introvert, part one…maybe.

We don’t confess.
Part two will be shorter.
Just kidding.
I have written alot about Introverts in my previous posts, but their is always something to be said about our kind. Even if it has been said one hundred times. I just got a chill. I knew something was different anout me, but I couldn’t figure it out. A good friend, studying psychology, talked with me and told me she thought I was an Introvert (always capitilized).
Yes, I can work with people and do customer service. Why? I need a paycheck. When I am off work, no one can find me , because I like being by myself. Im more than a little antisocial. I am not mean though. It is just the way I am. It is the classic Introvert symptom of a crowd draiming my batteries. I need the quiet time to recharge. I have people that I love and enjoy being with. A small group. Look at my photo. It is the picture of a door. The door is closed. I function with the crowd … from a distance. From the fringe, the edge. I won’t move up in my job, because I get to be alone in a truck, sitting in a corner, observing. I don’t have the radio on. I am resting my mind and guess who shows up 75% of the time. My Muse. I practically came up with the core of my ideas, sitting in that corner. It amazes me what ideas that some peace and quiet will bring forth. My greatest writing idea came from that spot.

I am from the South and the Bible belt. I have a hard time attending services due to being an Introvert. The crowds and all the togetherness affect me deeply. I didn’t check my usage of “affect/effect” .  I can do the crowd scene but it makes me queasy on the inside. I can go to the theater. You have to be quiet and it is dark.

My Muse was drunk when she thought of that.

I am beginning to add “notes and stuff” to my 19th sketch/notebook. I was browsing through book 8 to 12 today and I came to the conclusion that my beautiful Muse was drinking heavily when she sent some of these ideas to my thoughts. I write my notes dowm so i wont forget them and I usually forget them quickly so its a new revelation when i read them agsin for the first time. The combination of introversion and a superior Muse sends me a cascade of wonderful things. I must admit it was good stuff but I prefer her to be sober. She might send my ideas to someone else.